A Crowned King
When I was little I was given a chance,
A chance to grow by myself,
To learn from the world and mother nature,
To understand the flow of life around me,
So I watched for what feels like thousands of years,
But one thing I was still unsure of,
Death is something I’ll find out one day,
But life is short as I had found out,
A lead bullet shattered the world I once know so well,
So I began to repiece what I had learned around on moving on,
But my friend now lives inside me with a flame twice as bright as before,
A fire like the giser of lava at Yellow Stone,
So I started to pick up others and teaching them the lesson of moving on,
But now my life of learning is almost over,
A golden crown rings with the sweet sound of power,
But what is power without knowledge,
Something I’ve gathered,
But unlike others I’ve grown with a heart purer than my crown,
A heart purer than the heavens kingdom,
Now I will move on with the strength that those I’ve helped are behind me,
A tear of joy is all I will cry when I die,
Because this is what joy must fell like,
The warmth of my flame will cool but burn with those who I’ve meet,
Because a warm heart will let you move on without me,
So my wealth will live on in my friends and family.